I keep the chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up

I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust

On dummy a lot

Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up

I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd

Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck

Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump

And it got bucks, and it's gassed up

Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch

Yeah, and we masked up

Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case

Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop

I do the G-Unit stomp

Watch me lean with the pump

Beam on the chopper

Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy

****, get rich or die trying, ayy

****, get rich without dying, ayy

Lil' ****, get shot nine times

Jack you, somethin' like Curtis Jackson, ayy

Ridin' in all-blue 'Rari, 50 right behind me

We the Glo Gang, Guerilla Unit, ayy

G-Unit since I was motherfuckin' four, ayy

Heard a **** snitchin', got the motherfuckin' gang unit at my door

I keep the chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up

I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust

On dummy a lot

Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up

I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd

Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck

Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump

And it got bucks, and it's gassed up

Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch

Yeah, and we masked up

Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case

Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop

I do the G-Unit stomp

Watch me lean with the pump

Beam on the chopper

Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy

You can find me in the club

With a snub, fuck a bottle of the bub

Mama, I got what you need, straight dick, baby, not no love, ayy

I gave that bitch a mug, the bitch tried to give me a hug, ayy

I got G-Unit and I got Mobb Deep, money my apology

Boy, that money ain't yours, that money Monopoly's, ayy

Had a thot named Olivia, but you know I had to drop the bitch

Teflons on, pistols, don't be in front of it

Chrome in the truck, we rollin' it up

I be rollin' stuffed blunts, we call 'em stuffed crust

On dummy a lot

Think you finna ten-point spot? Well, boy, you got me fucked up

I got Yayo and I got shooters named Lloyd

Got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck

Got a fifty shot Glock and an automatic pump

And it got bucks, and it's gassed up

Ride through your block like G-Unit, bitch

Yeah, and we masked up

Ride off like fuck a motherfuckin' case

Wanna know why? Bitch, can't stop

I do the G-Unit stomp

Watch me lean with the pump

Beam on the chopper

Ain't no game, ain't no problems, G-Unit, ayy